Chapter 8: Chu Linger’s Furious Outburst

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Within the Lingxiao Sect, in Ye Fan’s room.

Since returning from the Linghan Sect that day, he had been waiting for news from Sect Leader Wang.

Finally, the items that Sect Leader Wang auctioned off had all been exchanged for spiritual treasures and divine medicines.

Yet, the quantity of these items was far from satisfactory to Ye Fan.

Linghan Sect, after all, had a century-old foundation; it was truly unexpected that they were so impoverished.

He couldn’t help but wonder what hardships the disciples who had sworn allegiance to Linghan Sect endured on a daily basis.

Having emptied their reserves, this was all they had—barely enough for a single meal.

But even mosquito legs are meat; for now, having exhausted the treasures Lingxiao Sect held, he had no choice but to make do.

Ye Fan casually picked up a herb resembling lingzhi and swallowed it in three gulps.

Though its taste was extremely bitter upon entry, the thought of enhancing his strength made it bearable.

Moreover, what he needed most now was to grow stronger.

Every time he slipped into sleep at night, scenes of alien demons invading the Tianxuan Continent would appear vividly in his mind.

Those terrifying images weighed on his heart like a massive boulder, refusing to fade.

He deeply feared that such a dreadful history might repeat itself.

Therefore, only by becoming immensely powerful could he hope to prevent such a future.

As one unknown herb after another was consumed, Ye Fan’s body surged with a tremendous, rich spiritual energy.

After swallowing the last herb, his belly looked like a balloon about to burst.

Yet, protected by the bloodline of the Heavenly Swallowing Saint Body, his true feeling was merely a bit of fullness.

Dozens of spiritual energies from different herbs swirled within his abdomen.

Under the regulation of the Heavenly Swallowing Saint Body bloodline, these energies gradually calmed.

They flowed orderly along Ye Fan’s meridians, converging little by little toward his dantian.

The azure dragon’s phantom circling his dantian grew clearer with the infusion of spiritual energy.

Ye Fan could clearly sense the growth of power within him.

When the final surge entered, the azure dragon burst forth from his golden core and soared upward, a dragon’s roar sounding only to his own ears, piercing the spiritual heavens!

Success!

At this moment, Ye Fan officially ascended to the Nascent Soul Realm!

Alas, if only he had more resources, his cultivation could have soared even higher.

Ye Fan exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling his entire being clear and refreshed.

The Nascent Soul Realm marked the true gateway to becoming a powerhouse; though only one realm away, the difference from before was like heaven and earth.

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He even perceived the surrounding world with a new understanding.

Not enough, still not enough.

To contend with those alien demons, he needed to acquire more resources.

Calculating the time, the day to return the betrothal gifts to Linghan Sect was drawing near.

Once he obtained the remaining betrothal gifts, his cultivation would undoubtedly advance further.

He believed the deterrence from that day was sufficient; those petty scoundrels in Linghan Sect wouldn’t dare cause trouble again.

...

Three days later, at dawn, outside the Lingxiao Sect.

Two figures approached from the north, a man and a woman—Chu Ling’er and her beloved, Lin Yi.

“Stop!”

“Lingxiao Sect sacred grounds, outsiders are forbidden!”

Several disciple guards immediately blocked their path.

In fact, they all recognized Chu Ling’er; after all, when she was close with Ye Fan before, she had frequently come and gone within Lingxiao Sect.

At that time, she could enter and leave at will; no disciple dared to stop her.

But times had changed; the annulment of their engagement had stirred great uproar.

Moreover, after Ye Fan’s return, he personally issued a decree: anyone associated with Chu Ling’er was to be regarded as a traitor to the sect.

Now, Chu Ling’er coming alone was one thing, but daring to bring Lin Yi was truly courting death.

She never imagined that one day she would be barred from entering Lingxiao Sect.

Unable to bear it any longer, Chu Ling’er raised her hand and gave one of the disciple guards a resounding slap.

“How dare you!”

“Open your dog eyes and see who I am!”

“I am Chu Ling’er, the fiancée of your young master! How dare you block me—are you seeking death?”

As always, Chu Ling’er acted as if she were already the young master’s wife.

She treated the guards with utter disdain; if not for Lin Yi holding her back, who knew what chaos would have ensued.

Her demeanor showed she had completely forgotten about any need to apologize.

Even Lin Yi wanted to slap this woman; if things went wrong today, his plan to reap the benefits would also fail.

The guard who had been slapped was furious and drew his sword, pointing it at them.

“Brothers, seize this pair of scoundrels and avenge the young master!”

In the past, even if they had a hundred times the courage, they wouldn’t dare treat Chu Ling’er this way.

Now, even killing her might earn them the young master’s favor.

“Rebellion!”

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“Complete rebellion!”

“Senior Brother, deal with them for me!”

Desperate and losing reason, Chu Ling’er ordered Lin Yi to strike.

At the critical moment, a deep voice echoed from within the sect.

“Who dares cause trouble at the gates of Lingxiao Sect?”

Then, a figure suddenly appeared at the sect’s entrance—it was Ye Fan, who had just recently broken through.

Upon seeing him, Chu Ling’er was overjoyed and hurriedly ran to grab Ye Fan’s arm, sweetly calling out, “Brother Ye Fan!”

That grating, cloying voice almost made the guards want to vomit.

Ye Fan snorted coldly, and a powerful aura instantly blasted Chu Ling’er away, sending her sprawling face-up on the ground.

“Where did this shrew come from? How dare she disrespect me!”

No extra expression crossed Ye Fan’s face, only an endless coldness as deep as an abyss.

Ignoring her humiliation, Chu Ling’er got up and stubbornly asked, “Brother Ye Fan, it’s me, Ling’er. Do you really not want me anymore?”

Having cultivated seduction techniques since childhood, her words were laced with charm, trying to enchant Ye Fan.

Unbeknownst to her, those tricks no longer worked on him.

Now, in Ye Fan’s eyes, her only value was probably in returning the remaining betrothal gifts.

“So? Has Linghan Sect gathered the betrothal gifts so quickly?”

Ye Fan wasted no time and got straight to the point.

“Betrothal gifts?”

“No... no, Brother Ye, you misunderstand.”

“We actually came specially to apologize to you.”

“There may have been many misunderstandings before. I swear that between my junior sister and me, it is purely...”

“Ah!”

“Pft!”

Before Lin Yi could finish, a punch struck his chest, sending him flying and crashing heavily onto the bluestone floor.

He screamed in agony, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood; his aura withered instantly.

Ye Fan glared fiercely at him. “Pure your mother!”

“Did I ask you to speak, you pathetic lickspittle?”